I was out exploring with Venus when I knocked and she opened the door. The night with her had been too short, and there I was—for the third time, the right time. She was just serving a few hungry tourists outside when she suddenly stopped and saw me approaching, at first unsure who that figure... Lees verder →
That morning, I sat down at the table. It was always the same ritual: everyone had their own spot, and my little brother got the same size slices of bread, the same kind of chocolate spread, and the same songs that had to play. I’d heard “Camille” a hundred times by now. We started eating... Lees verder →
welcome to the mass grave with bodies clad in a red monstrosity the carousel of barren rituals where drones fall from a falsely spiced ceiling welcome to the world of sheep where the nightmare stares at you in mirrors and creeps through grasping delusions to merge with hope look there! I’ve got a catch! again... Lees verder →
if only I were there to suck the poison from your blood and keep your body in my room soaked in the fluid from my veins behind curtains of candle smoke so that no traces would remain of the toxin that managed to infect you unless you found mine to be worse yet nothing would... Lees verder →
Most writers seem like perfectly decent people to me; it’s just that they’re better at expressing themselves in writing than in speech. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that they’re damn hard to live with—they make everything, or at least I do, way too complex, so it takes a long time to get out of... Lees verder →
I was on the run for a murder I was blamed for, even though I hadn’t committed it. For the first time in about fifteen years, I had cried again—not for a father who had disappeared, but for the living back home. After a major argument, my mother left me alone in my room with... Lees verder →
So, there I sat again, delighted, with her on the terrace—though only for a moment, because Cupid’s arrows were dipped in poison. A pain shot straight through my heart when, completely out of the blue, a foolish figure appeared and as he chewed his gum with his pearly white teeth, he looked at her longingly;... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 